Better together (a clace fan fiction)

Christmas eve

It's Christmas Eve. I've had to go to New York City several times to get Christmas presents for everyone. Grace and Braxton each have several presents. They each have 25 total. I didn't want it to be too much but I didn't want it to be too little.

I sit down on the floor and wrap the last of Braxton and Graces presents. Jace walks into the bedroom. "What are you doing," he asks. "Wrapping presents," I say as I put tape on the present and label it to Braxton. "You shouldn't be doing that. It could put stress on the babies" he says. He is more protective and making me do as less work as possible while I am pregnant with the triplets. "Jace I'm fine. If you want to, you can come to help me wrap their presents" I tell him. "Where's mine," he asks. "Already wrapped and under the tree" I answer.

The Christmas tree is in the living room. We spend Christmas at the herondale manor. It's a tradition I started when Jace was gone at the war and it was just me and Braxton. The servants get the castle to themselves for Christmas.

Jace gets on the floor and helps me wrap presents. Things are in boxes so he doesn't know what is in them. "Mommy" Braxton yells. It takes me a minute but I eventually get off of the floor. "I will be back," I tell Jace and go find Braxton in the living room. He is all wet. "Braxton, why are you wet," I ask. "Grace made it snow. I jumped in a pile of it and then it disappeared and turned into a puddle and now I am all wet" he explains. I open the door to the backyard where Grace is being chased by cookie. "Grace Anneliese, you come here" I command her. She stops and cookie runs into her knocking her down. She giggles and pets on cookie. "Now Grace," I say. "No mommy, I want to stay out here and play with Cookie," she says. River is laying down in the shade by the door. I smile at her and look back at Grace. "You come here right now," I say. She crosses her arms and doesn't move. "One" I start counting. She doesn't move. "Two," I say. She hugs cookie still not getting up from her spot on the ground. Now she is starting to make me mad. "Three," I say. She still hasn't moved. I go inside and call for Jace. He comes into the kitchen. "Go get your daughter. I need to speak with her and she won't listen to me" I tell him. "Why me," he asks. "I would go get her myself, but I am seven months pregnant with triplets and not as strong as I usually am. Plus she will listen to you. You are also immune to her powers" I say. "I am not immune to her ice powers. I wish I was, but I am not. I will still go get her" He caves and goes outside. "Where is she," he asks. I go outside and see Grace is nowhere to be found. "Cookie where is Grace," I ask. She just looks at me. Useless dog. Jace opens his wings and flies up and disappears in the sky.

I go back inside and see Braxton sitting on the floor still soaking wet. "Come on, let's get you in a nice warm bath, you are going to get sick," I tell him. I go to his room and run a bath in the bathroom. While it's filling up I help him out of his clothes. I stop the tub water and help him in the bathtub. "What's going to happen to Grace," he asks. "Jace has to find her first, but she will be in trouble. She shouldn't have done that to you" I say. "But its Christmas," he says. "I know. I may take some of her presents away and keep them for another time when she is not in trouble" I tell him. "Mommy, can I have bubbles," he asks. "We didn't bring your bubble bath bud," I tell him. His bubble bath stuff is still at the castle. He pouts but then starts playing with his bath toys. He has some of his own stuff here since we come back here some during the year. I sit on the edge of the tub and I was his hair while he is busy playing. I go downstairs and grab a cup and go back to his room. I rinse his hair out and get all the soap out. "Are you warmer now?" I ask. "A little," he says. "Let's get you cleaned up and into some clean clothes and I will start a fire while we wait on Jace to find your sister," I tell him.

I help him finish his bath and get him dressed in some warm clothes. I take him down to the living room and wrap him in a blanket. I start and fire in the fireplace and I sit with him on the couch. "Is Santa going to come tonight?" he asks. "He sure is Braxton" I answer. "Are we going to make cookies again?" he asks. Me and Braxton have always made cookies on Christmas eve for Santa like me and mom used to do when I was little. "Sure we can, what kind of cookies are we gonna make," I ask. "Hmm" he hums thinking. He scrunches up his nose thinking hard. "Gooey chocolate chip," he says smiling. "Alright Braxton, should we make them now or wait until Grace gets back," I ask. "I wanna make them now," he says.